The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-02-12
HER DREAM
Whitehall Review.

Whitehall Review.
This story being true, IN order Int
TO wound the susceptibilites OF any
one now living, | suppress proper
names as well as a few OF the least inn
portant details. AS to the improba-
bility, that is a matter OF no concern,
because it is simply true. As to the
impossibility, ! leave that to be dis.
cussed by the incredulous, who are so
wise when they know nothing about a
matter.
About ten years ago Lady Dash was
staying at a large hotel in a fashion
able watering-place on the western
coast o. France. We will call the no.
tel the Lion dor, although that was
not its name, the Lady Dash's daugh-
ter Blanche, as it is more convenient
TO have real Christian name
than to subsist on continual mi
tials The Dashes had just ar
rived with courier and maid and an i'm.
mense pile of luggage, intending to
stay till Easter, when they were due
at Rome. After rather early dinner,
they spent the evening in the gardens
and listened to an excellent band while
chatting with some friends who had
just turned up. Lady Dash at last
said it was delightful, but it was time
to 60 to bed. She led the way in her
handsome black draperes, a lace veil
thrown over her white hair. Blanche
followed slowly, loathe to leave the
moonlight on the sea, the pregnant
shadows in the garden, the scent OF
flowers and cigarettes, all the bright
ness and the beauty outside under the
stars, and shut herself within four
walls with n candle instead OF o glow.
worm. Her mother glanced over her
shoulder to see il she were following,
and then disappeared inside the wide
open doors which led into brilliant
ly.lishted hall. Although the hotel
was already crowded, there were n
few fresh arrivals standing by the bu-
reau. Blanche looked round with idle
curiosity ut the same time as man
turned away from the sort OF pigeon
hole, with the number OF his room in
his hand, and came quickly across the
tesselated pavement. lie was rather
under the average height, with broad
shoulders, short neck and long arms.
The light of the chandelier fell tull on
pair OF restless eyes, q pale, ordina-
nv face, n short, dark beard, such as
nine Frenchmen out OF ten affect, and
a scar on the left cheek. Blanche
stood quite STILL every scrap of color
leaving her face, and then ran upstairs
as fast rs she could, painting and ter
ror-stricken, to find ner mother.
Lady Dash was quietly taking off
her veil when her daughter burst into
the room. She closed the door be-
hind her and then said excitedly: owe
must leave this place at once. |
wouldn't sleep here another night II
you promised me thousands OF
pounds"
"My dear child, what are you think
ing of? We've only just come"
"Never mind, we must 90 at once.
Where's Nary"
eating her supper, suppose. You
must be mad tc talk OF starting of at
this time of night. Nothing would in.
duce me-" taking q seat on small
sofa and looking very determined.
"But, mother dear"-and Blanche
knelt down by her side and seized her
hand
"Why, child, you are rs cold as
stonel What is it?" rubbing her fin
gers gently and looking down with
growing alarm into her agitated face.
"You know my horrid dream last
night" her lips quivering-"how |
Thought was being murdered. Just
now, ia Che hall, saw him."
"You saw whom? j don't under
stand"
THE man who murdered me, shak
ing from head to foot. "lshonld know
him anywhere. He has a scar on his
left cheek"
"But, my dear, this is childish non
sense. Who pays attention to
dreams? dreamed most wildly one
night that was shipwreoked. Am |
never to 60 into boat again.
"But that's different. Oh, mother,
do you want to see my throat cut?"
Don't ask such horrible questions.
You must be reasonable. We can't
leave this time OF night. 1t would
create quite an esclandre. You shall
have Mary to sleep on the sofa"
MARY, who goes into Mysteries at a